As I stand here today, speaking to you, I am filled with great sorrow. The death of my sister, the loving and caring Marilyn Cross, has affected every one of us here in a unique way. Marilyn had many friends, and no enemies as everyone she met became one of her many acquaintances. She was a young and innocent girl who was unaware of the harsh laws that the frontier incorporated. All she wanted to do was visit me on Woden before she moved to Mimir, as she got a job opportunity there for her astounding skills in linguistics. For that reason. I am also filled with guilt, I know that there was nothing more I could have done, yet I still feel the blame is at least partially mine. In her last moments of life, she remained calm and strong, regardless
